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p1p2

Kitchen

They have four arms in total, which alternate between mixing the batter and chopping chocolate and hand-whipping egg whites to stiff peaks. Once the waffle mould is closed and the timer is set, p1 wraps its limbs around p2 and they kiss.

Entryway

p1’s shoes dwarf p2’s shoes. p1 stands with its hands in its pockets and its head cocked slightly to the side as p2 leaves for the night.

Kitchen

p2 bought an electric whisk for p1.

Bedroom

p1 takes a 10-liter breath and holds it at the top, letting p2’s weight add to the pressure. p1 has feelings and does not know how to describe them. p1’s quietude cradles p2’s mind like a nest, and ideas hatch from neuronal eggs. The platonic ideal of Clair de Lune. p2 speaks. p1 listens.

Kitchen

p1 takes a bite of toasted banana bread which flakes and melts in its mouth.

p2 takes a bite of toasted banana bread which flakes and melts in its mouth.

Bathroom

p2 presses its cheek against p1’s bare chest and sees their reflection in the mirror cabinet. p2 thinks that the dusty image of their torsos fitting together like puzzle pieces framed by the chipped rectangular border ought to stay right there until the heat death of the universe.

Kitchen

p2 cries into a paper towel. p2 thinks it doesn’t know how to be a person. p1 thinks it does. p1 says, “I love you.”

(2025-11-15)